The Little Boy And the Horrid Thief (Short story)

Fiction By Aredhel Írissë // 8/23/2012

The little Boy And the Horrid Thief

There was once a little boy of five years. His name was Tim. One day, Tim and his mommy went shopping. While they were away, the door nob to their house opened, and a short, fat stubby little man came in. He was balding on the top of his head, and had a mischievous smile, and a tinkle in his eyes. He went into Tim's room. He found a wallet, with 17 dollars and 98 cents. Then he found in mommies room a 1 dollar bill on the dresser. Not much, he thought to himself. But better than nothing. He walked to the kitchen, and found several beautiful porcelain China dishes. ''Wow! I could make lots of money off of these!'' He said out loud. Just then he heard the door open, and mommy say to Tim: ''You can after supper, okay?'' The little man hid behind the fridge, just as mommy walked into the kitchen. ''Timmy, I think there's a mouse in the house! Behind the fridge—I heard it!'' Timmy went over and looked behind it. There sat the little man, all squashed from trying to fit behind the fridge. ''Mama! you didn't hear a mouse! You heard an old baby!'' (an old baby because he was tiny, but otherwise looked old.) Mamma shrieked. ''A thief?! How in the world did he get in?! I know I locked the door!'' ''And mama! Look! He's got your China dishes!'' Then Timmy saw his wallet sticking out of the mans pocket. ''Mama! He's got my wallet! Get my wallet, you little thief!" The little boy said. Meanwhile, mommy was calling the police, and the little boy was trying to get his wallet, but the little man wouldn't let him have it. ''I'm gonna kill you!'' The little boy screamed. ''I'm gonna kill you if you don't give me that wallet! Now!'' Just then the doorbell rang, and Tim's mommy went to answer it. It was the Police. ''I believe you can handle this. He's behind the fridge. Timmy!'' ''I'm coming, mommy, but he won't give me my wallet! Oomph!'' With one final tug, the little man let go, and Timmy fell backwards. He got up, and walked over to mommy. ''Hi, mommy! I got my wallet from that fat ol'
thief!'' He smiled. ''Aren't I strong, mommy?'' ''Yes, dear. How would you like to go to the park until all the excitements over?'' ''I'd love to!'' When they got back all the police were gone, and the little man, so was most of the house, or, at least what was inside the house. ''Why! Those Police—They weren't really police, they were imposters!'' Then the real Police came and got the bad guys, and Timmy and mommy got all their stuff back.
The end


Just need to work on your

Just need to work on your punctuation (is that how you say it? *sigh*) a little bit and then this story'll be tip-top! In other words, good job! <3

Maddi | Mon, 08/27/2012

Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh

Lol :) Thanks :D

Lol :) Thanks :D

Aredhel Írissë | Wed, 08/29/2012


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